Chapter 1. I Became The Grandson Of An Aristocrat
When I became conscious, I found myself alone under a bridge.
I didnât know why.
Also for some reason I became small..
am I a baby??
I still donât know whatâs happening.
Where am I, who am I? Half a day passed while I pondered these questions.
At first, when I tried to raise my voice a little , only a small cry came out , so I decided to cry as hard as I could and due to this my voice almost died.
I tried moving my arms and legs a little.
But could hardly move at all
I couldnât even turn over, let alone stand up, due to my short, tiny arms and legs.
What would happen to me if no one finds me?
A baby abandoned under a bridge.
I wondered which would be less painful, starving to death or being eaten by wild animals.
Thatâs exactly how I tried to escape the reality iâm in now.
Meanwhile, The sun rose and passed right over the bridge, and fell in eventually.
Somehow now i was able to regain some of my strength after sitting idly , so I struggled and cried for a while.
I cried for a bit, but all I could muster to get out was a babyâs cry:
âuwaahan, uwaahan!
âHmmm, what!? itâs a baby after all.â
!? is someone there ?? i thought
In response to my cries, a kind voice came from above.
It sounds like an old man.
Immediately after, an arm was put under my tiny frail body and lifted me up gently.
Then I saw a close-up of the old manâs aged face right in front of me.
The old man picked me up in his arms and searched through the cloth that were wrapped around me.
Is he looking for something âŚâŚ that can identify me?
Nope , nothing could be found as expected.
The one who left me here must have thrown or destroyed it somewhere so that my origins could not get traced.
But Even if they left me here , the least they could do is put up a note saying âPlease pick him up,â or âHis name is __,â or something like that.
There seemed nothing that could be used or helped in identifying my origin.
I still donât know why i was abandoned, or why am I a baby in the first place.
Judging from the way the man was talking, it seemed that he wasnât going to leave me here.
I felt relieved since I wouldnât starve to death or become a snack for the wild animals.
Meanwhile ,The old man stared at me.
And I stared right back at him.
I cannot speak, and when I tried to , only a small cry came out.
So all I could do now was stare at him.
I tried to appeal the man with my eyes, asking him to pick me up.
âWhat a strange baby.â
After spending some time staring back at each other , the old man spoke to himself.
hmm? Is there something strange that i cannot see or feel myself?
âhe has mysterious eyes. It looks like something a grown person is supposed to have , itâs nothing like what is expected on a babyâ
Thatâs the right answer.
Iâm not really a baby after all. Iâm an adult.
Is this reflected on my eyes?, since I canât see them I wouldnât know âŚâŚ.
âWhat!? you act as if you understand my words!?â
Thatâs the right conclusion again.
â Youâre a wise one hmm? Iâll take you in.â
The old man said.
Now I was a little relieved.
I was saved from the worst outcome
âAre you there, Simon?â
âYup, Iâm here.
I heard another manâs voice.
A little further away, I heard the sound of shoes incomming
It seemed like a middle-aged manâs voice.
The voice seemed calm and respectful towards the old man.
He said, âYou go back ahead and prepare milk ,diapers and everything else that is needed for the baby.
âVery well, sir. Since One of the servants in the house has just given birth i believe it would be no problem.â
âWell, that is very convenient. Now, the baby should be breastfed, they grow up healthier that way. Have the lady get prepared for that as well.
âYes, sir.â
âNow Iâll leave the rest to you. Good luck.â
âYes.â
The sound of footsteps on the gravel gradually became more and more distant, and then he left.
I thought.
I couldnât see the man.
As a baby, I couldnât even turn my head around to look at him.
But from the voice, the language, and the interaction with the old man, it seemed that the old man was the owner of some house and the man was his servant.
Maybe heâs a butler âŚâŚ or something?
Since he can have a butler, so maybe this old man is âŚâŚ quite wealthy?
âAll right, weâre taking it easy.â
The old man walked while holding me in his embrace.
We left the bridge and walked along a street that I had never seen before.
I donât know what will happen next
But for the time being, I donât have to worry about being alone under the bridge.
âAlthough at this time i had no idea
That the name of this old man who picked me up was Lawrence.
His full name is âLawrence Graham Rockwell.
He was a duke of the empire, a position befitting his grand name, and a very important personality.
Meanwhile I was just a commoner, but somehow I was abandoned and after I got picked up.